I distinctly remember once, as a kid, I was very upset with Maa when she came back from the market place with a packet of fruit bread. Fruit bread! “Maa, how do you expect me to eat this? It’s like a pseudo-pseudo-cake!”
Today, I am writing this blogpost munching on the same brand of fruit bread, now 18Rs a packet.
When I was first coming to hostel in 2014, everybody warned me about hostel food. South Indian college, hence dosa-idli-sambar, hence no Bengali food, hence life will suck, they all said. However, I did not really get into that many colleges to be able to choose among them based on food. So, VIT it was for me.
You’d be surprised to know how good the food here in Vellore is. There are lots of dhabas all around college, from the Punjabi Saleem Dhaba to the Bihari Bihari Dhaba, the Bengali Tara Maa to the Keralite Kottaram, the American Tom’s Diner to (what I’m sure is Bangladeshi) Limra. All of them serving amazing and really cheap food. But that’s not the point of this blogpost.
This story starts midway through every semester when I think, “Nah man, I’m getting too fat and spending too much money on bahaar-ka-khana.” And thus start stories of innovation and compromise.
What happens every time you realize you’re getting too fat? You decide you’ll go running, and exercise, and gym and everything. Correct? I think so too. Once every semester. Day 1, I go running. I come back, take a bath, eat healthy and feel good. Day 2, the same.
It’s Day 3 which breaks the spirit.
“So,” I reason to myself, “If I go out running, I will have to wear sports shoes. Then, I will also have to wear socks. Running is okay, but later I’ll have to take a bath. If I take a bath, I’ll also have to wash my clothes. Nah, man. Exams are fast approaching. I should sit down and study. I can gym later.” I sit down, but end up watching a movie or something while munching on Lays.
Which is when the second idea comes. “Hey if I cannot go out to exercise, maybe I should start healthy eating?” My brain agrees to this compromise. And thus begins the eternal struggle of finding something tasty and healthy to eat.
After reading and half-heartedly discarding Scoopwhoop articles titled “7 reasons why cheese is good for you”, I decide I need to cut down on my bimonthly Pepperoni Pizza (courtesy: the Buy-1-Get-1 offer from Dominos, because #aukaat).
In comes fruit bread. The cheap and somewhat tasty food that also promises few calories. Bananas. Eggs. Water. More water! I started finishing packets of fruit bread.
Last week, I realized with no chocolates and no icecreams, there’s nothing sweet in my poor Bengali life. The engineering student that I am, I thought a bit to find a way around it. “Honey is healthy,” I remembered! Patanjali honey, albeit thinner than Dabur’s, is cheaper. I buy two bottles of it.
My friends and I finish both of them in less than a week.
Yesterday I checked my weight.
At the end of two weeks of ‘dieting’, I had gained two kilograms.